"Obsession" Part Two H. Jekyll --------------------- This is a six-part story of evil and desire. It is a cautionary tale. "Jekyll" is not to be confused with H. Jekyll, the mild-mannered author, nor is "Kytn" to be confused with my e-friend Sweetkytn (@aol.com). I am indebted to my editor, Maggie McGee (maggiemc@citynet.net), for her heroic efforts to make my writing clean and direct. Copyright 2000 by H. Jekyll. Permission is given to repost on any web site that does not charge a fee for access, as long as the author is prominently noted. Net writers post stories for feedback, not money, and I am no different from anyone else. I welcome comments, complaints, and conversation, at h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com. My stories are archived at the Alt Sex Stories Text Repository: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/h_jekyll/ M/F, F/F, bdsm, cons., nc -------------------------- Kytn stands in some building. She has seen nothing. She has no idea where she is. Somewhere in or near Atlanta? She may as well be nowhere. She can't orient herself, can't follow what is happening. Jekyll is interrogating her, asking her sex questions, making her answer, but her mind won't stay still and she keeps losing track of his meaning. What is wrong with her? She remembers getting into a car, but not coming back out, seems to remember walking into a room. Jekyll is talking again. What does he want from her? She tries to concentrate. "How often have men sodomized you?" She makes out the question and tries to hold it in her mind. "Master Jekyll, two, uh, two times." She has memory flashes of both. Jekyll wants to know about them. "It was a boyfriend, two, no, three years ago, Master Jekyll. He wanted to and I didn't want him to, but finally I let him." "And?" "The first time he made me get doggy style, and he used petroleum jelly on my ass." "Did he use a condom?" "No, Master Jekyll. He never would. He said he liked to go bareback." "What did he do?" "He fucked me, Master Jekyll, and used my vibrator in my vagina." It is so easy to tell him everything. "And you liked it?" "Yes, Master Jekyll." "And you came?" "Yes, Master Jekyll." "And the second time?" "He raped me, Master Jekyll." Her eyes water behind her blindfold. "He tied me and did me without any lubrication." "And did you like it?" "No, Master Jekyll. It hurt and burned. I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't. Later, for a week, when I went to the bathroom, there was blood on the toilet tissue." "Why didn't you do it any more?" "I stopped seeing him." "When I fuck your ass I'll lubricate you or not, and you'll just take it. You don't get a choice in the matter. Do your hear?" Yes, she hears. She remembers the hurting and she becomes afraid, but this is Jekyll. She knows he'll make her hot. She hopes he will. If he makes her hot enough, anything will be okay. This tangential thinking has caused her to lose track, so she has to concentrate again, to remember what he requires, and so to tell him that, yes, she has sucked many men, but no, only once has a man come there, when she waited too long to take him out. Yes, she did swallow some that time. Jekyll tells her that she will swallow anything that comes out of him, often. Somehow she loses track again, then realizes that her arms are stretched above. Something else: she cannot see anything. How long has she been like this? Jekyll is telling her something, something she must do. She is so helpless, so weak, so little. There is a sharp pain on her belly and she bleats a very short cry, then remembers. She has to practice her enslavement mantra. What is it? "I must ... I must obey. I must obey. I must obey." A rushing sound ends with a pain on her thigh and she cries out, turning this way and that, her arms twisting in the ropes over her head, trying to face where the strike came from. "The rest of it," orders Jekyll. "I ... I don't remember, Master Jekyll. Please, I'm trying, but I can't remember. Please don't hurt me. I'm trying. What is the rest, Master?" "You're not being obedient, you worthless slut!" He strikes her again. She cries out and continues to move, in a panic, until he orders her to stand still. Then she tries to obey, but not very successfully, her head turning back and forth, trying to judge when and where the pain will be. Jekyll has to tell her the whole sequence again, before she can begin her practice: "I must obey. He is my Master. I am nothing. He is everything. He possesses me. His will commands me. I must obey. He is my Master." She recites the lines endlessly, while Jekyll busies himself with other activities. -------------------------- There are hands on her, softly moving over her body as she continues her recitation. When did they start? Hands play with her underarms, even more softly. Moving over them, tickling, then sliding down across her breasts. Kytn stumbles on the words and a hand slaps a breast, stinging. She begins again, and the hands caress. She is suddenly, for the first time, fully aware that she is naked. Of course she is! But how did it come about? How did she come here? She was on a plane. The hands move down her belly, barely brushing over her pubic hair. She is reciting, "He is everything. I am nothing." The hands won't stroke her vagina, though, merely tickling lightly, finger tips moving over the outside of her pussy lips, scarcely touching at all. "I must obey." She tries to move her front toward the hands, and when they withdraw she groans. That brings another hard slap. She starts, "I must obey," and in a moment the hands are back. The hands leave her pubis, visit her thighs, her ass, return to her underarms, stroke her neck, flick her nipples. Please, my sex, she thinks, and again she forgets her lines. Another slap. This time the hands wait until she has finished six rounds of recitation. When they return they go to her sex almost immediately. They play with her pussy lips. Fingers slide into her pussy. Fingers make circles around her clitoris, just barely avoiding it, while Kytn tries to remember to obey. It continues. How long? Long enough that she comes to speak her words in sex grunts, interrupting herself with sudden gasps, losing track and being slapped, then going on and on until the hands finally return. She is so high that a single touch near enough to her clitoris would light the fuse, a little more stimulation of her lips would set her off, but the hands are too cunning for her. Jekyll hasn't spoken, hasn't made any sound since this began. There are only her words, her subjugation of herself, which she scarcely hears while she waits for the hands to pleasure her more. The hands are her world. She hears her own voice as from a distance. The words seep into her, bring her the knowledge of how it is to be, then again she feels the hands, and beyond them there isn't anything. A mixture of desire, pleasure, submission, and frustration have taken over her voice. She makes sex groans with her "I am nothing." Her voice has somehow become that of a crying woman, husky and thick and half-choking. She doesn't want it to end, but she thinks she cannot stand it any longer. She can. She is finally crying her lines openly, almost sobbing them, feeling the hands and unable to bend them to her will. "His will commands me." She stumbles again and begs, "Please, please," her first active disobedience since this began. She silences herself with a gasp, as the hands leave. This time she isn't slapped, but whipped six, seven, ten strokes, while she twists and cries from pain and fear and longing. Finally, Jekyll speaks: "You're a disobedient little slut. No more pleasure for you tonight. Instead, recite your lines until morning. Then I might reconsider." She tries. Crying and moaning, she recites. As long as she continues he doesn't hurt her, but she is so tired, so weary, with the orgasm just out of her reach. She drifts, and a lash catches her. "Don't stop!" "I'm trying, I'm trying! Please. I must obey..." Hours, hours, hours. Surely he has gone to sleep, but when she errs, when she drifts, the lash catches her again and she has to force herself to start over. The sexual high has finally drained out of her, merely a wistful memory. Kytn continues her descent.